EMILY AS THE WIND, THE SLAPI would have been forgotten
if Emily had never stood there on the cliff & slapped the shit out of me. I don’t know if I fell. I just know the wind took me exactly where she needed me to be. I’m here. |
EMILY AS ALWAYS NEAR THE MELANCHOLYI think the world’s best art
is done in chalk before the rain comes. Emily says we need to buy some land where I can walk for an hour without seeing anyone else. She’s grown to accept my lack of growth. She wants me to be as close to happiness as a person like me can get. |
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Darren C. Demaree is the author of six poetry collections, most recently Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly (2016, 8th House Publishing). His seventh collection Two Towns Over was recently selected the winner of the Louise Bogan Award from Trio House Press, and is due out March 2018. He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.
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